Life Atop Death

Life atop Death by Odin Roark A fishing trawl freckled by rust Decaying by salt air and sun Washed aground many decades past Still holding to life Like listening to the breath of nature Awaiting tomorrow’s sunrise Where another inch into the sand Awaits more seeds aloft form shore Settling upon once polished reflection Now but mulchified oak and teak Ready to perhaps nurture a different life How proud this floating casket Unwilling to sink into oblivion Mushrooms luxuriating as offered bouquets Rising atop the growing mossy knoll While sprouting weeds where once the captain stood Stretch skyward in gratitude Here Rests the unwilling death Where once heavy with daily catch awaiting market Now can only listen As the next crumbling movement Bows oceanward Chanting its ohm of calm Slowly sinking But not fallen Shrinking But not gone Would that we might know such peaceful isolation Waiting for the darkness below To forgive the oft blinding light above And exercise the final embrace